I can be silenced.

I can be muted, mooted, made to shrink.

I can be put in my place far beyond your reach.

I can hold my tongue and hold my heart in cupped hands, careful not to spill the shards or the liquid hurt.

I can be run off, made to hide in the secret places until the moon rises and danger is past.

I can be silenced, sure. 

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Comment by Cita on June 4, 2012 at 3:49pm

Thank you, everyone who commented.  I have laid "Winter of Beauty" aside and am ready to start the next books... one fiction, one non-fiction. I may play with some gloomy topics here for a bit as I muck around in the brainstorming of the fiction.  http://sixsentences.ning.com/profiles/blogs/leaving-pieces  and   http://sixsentences.ning.com/profiles/blogs/trailer

Comment by bolton carley on June 3, 2012 at 9:46pm

poetic as ever!

Comment by Mike Handley on June 3, 2012 at 12:21pm

Brava.

Comment by Teresa on June 3, 2012 at 11:31am

"liquid hurt" is PERFECT.  And I like the "sure" eye roll.  Lovely.

Comment by Jeanette Cheezum on June 3, 2012 at 11:21am

But your writing speaks volumes and we would not forget. Great six.

Comment by Robert Morschel on June 3, 2012 at 8:02am

But not for long, hopefully.  Elegant.

Comment by Long Baker on June 3, 2012 at 6:04am

 I like this a lot. Enough detail to make me think, enough space for me to bring my own experience to the meaning. Loved “the liquid hurt.”

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